I am innocent.
They jailed me for free speech.
I am not dangerous, I am not a strong man.
I am ill, scrawny, crippled.
And yet, I was shut away, muzzled because people listened to me.
They don't like it when you speak.
Don't speak.
It won't do you any good.
Jaune tried to discern whether this message was carved or hand-written in blood.
Both are possible, as the sun perfectly hit the scrawling on the grey cell wall.
His body ached. The slightest movement resulting in multiple strains.
Quite the migraine, too.
He sat against the cold wall, on the cold floor, eyes distant.
A touch of jazz and cigarette smoke wafted inside his cell. The room above must be celebrating its catch.
To match, a constant hum cursed him with an itch inside his ears that he could never reach.
This hum resonated from green runes running the length of his cell. They emanated a distinct glow, emerald and radiant.
Here, his blood never boil, or insides alight in a blaze.
It felt almost peaceful.
But it also felt like a roommate suddenly leaving, perhaps a cherished friend disappearing.
His conflicted mind didn't know which.
?: "I fear the cold and what it can do. We are not prepared. I fear the cold and what it can do. Not prepared. I fear the cold."
One cell down across the hall, a man buried his head in his hands, his knee shaking violently.
Yang, directly across from Jaune, looked like she wanted to help, but ultimately stayed quiet.
They made eye contact and held it for a few moments.
Yang's nauseating worry was clear. The way she gripped her jacket tight, massaged her prosthesis.
Yang: "You think... will Kikker actually get rid of Winter and Manus?"
Jaune: "Most likely."
Yang: "I don't get it... why is it that... like, everywhere we go there's always an authority figure hoarding power right before invasion. Three times now."
Jaune: "Asher told me in Atlas..."
Yang wanted to retort, but bit back the snide remark.
Jaune: "Greedy men will always be greedy, no matter how doomed they are. Just the way it goes, I guess."
Yang huffed, exhausted and weary-eyed.
Yang: "Why does the world spin?"
Jaune: "Want the scientific answer or the situational answer?"
She groaned.
A half-hearted, ghost of a smirk curled his lip.
A needle to his iris, the sun slipped through the barred window. He stared despite the pain.
Yang: "How's... um... things with your team?"
Jaune: "Not good. Not good at all."
Yang: "Weiss told us a bit, not much. Did they replace you?"
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White like Snow | Destiny X RWBY
ActionSet during the events of RWBY Volume 7-8 and beyond. Salem seeks an advantage over Ozma and his allies. A certain Arthur Watts deals a wild card. He suggests that Salem funnels magic into a portal that would tear through dimensions. They hope to gai...
